Paolo had an inkling, of Aldo’s sly ploy
Beckoned Paola, said “Dear, don’t fall to Aldo’s decoy!
May I etch you unclad, on this blissful shroud?
Let you be my cherished muse, do your father proud”

How stricken sat Paola, bare to the bone
As papa paints his daughter, a soul turned to stone
She mused, “Men are but men, bent to the core
Papa wins or Aldo, why I the pawn, who bore?”

Chef-d’oeuvre ready, the best of best bequest
Paolo smirked at Aldo, “Seems you, fell from the crest!”
As king ogled Paola, “You are the glory, eternities await”
Retorted she dewy-eyed, “Alas, me nothing, just a bait”

How magnifies a château wall, Paola’s starkness
Behold a woman’s grandeur, in stealthy duress
It may last a thousand years and so shall the legacy
What a maid lost to her father and love, more than a heresy